Do with butterflies.
It must be sought out,
And mimed as one does
In childhood when learning
His or her first words.
It must be broken into pieces
Of company, of calm, of experience.
No, happiness is not to be ignored.
It must be wrought from iron.
It must be learned and forged.
Happiness is a whore.
Bought and paid for with
Mathematical pursuit.
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